the timetable song
to my horror to my horror,
all my classes are closing fast,
save for russian literature,
is my gpa worth its trust?
yesterday was full of sorrow
as i watched numbers moving past
i might have to take a night lab
oh how i cringe at the thot of that.
oh timetable oh timetable
save a slot or two for me
i must make it by may oh seven
bambi eyes i make at thee...
(to the tune of my clementine)
i need to study chem. why am i here?!
posted by ho @ 1:50 PM
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